You Decide: "Homeless Hotspots"

The world wide web is buzzing around the topic of "homeless hotspots", a resource and campaign that was strategically placed throughout the streets of downtown Austin for SXSW this past weekend. A “charitable experiment” called Homeless Hotspots was founded by BBH, a New York ad agency with the help of Front Steps, an Austin homeless shelter in order to satisfy the network hungry needs of attendees and in parallel, provide a job for the homeless. Residents from the shelter wore a shirt that stated, "Hi, my name is [Bobby], a 4G hotspot" with information below on how to join that particular hotspot.  It was a set your own price payment for customers with a recommended charge of $2 for every 15 minutes of use. All revenue went directly to the homeless person at that particular location.

Brilliant? Exploitative? All in the name of marketing? Serves purpose despite motives? We encourage you to read/watch the following resources and let us know what you think in the comments!

Homeless Hotspots: the best, worst, smartest, dumbest part of SXSW 

"But the marketing gimmick itself requires something else: recognition of another human being, one who is suffering. Whereas plenty of people seemed to think that was dehumanizing, it’s actually kind of the opposite: it’s literally humanizing. Thinking about and looking at the homeless is hard."

"The reality is that the homeless make us uncomfortable; so much so that it is simply easier to ignore them, to look away, or to cross to the other side of the street."

"But I don’t want to feel bad, or to think about their lives: I’d rather give them all of the money in my wallet than have a conversation with them because humanizing a person makes them hard to ignore, to walk away from. That is part of what I think is at the center of the outpouring of negative feelings about this marketing stunt."

The Damning Backstory Behind ‘Homeless Hotspots’ at SXSW 

"What BBH Labs did with Homeless Hotspots is a harmless and fun idea that provides a positive interaction between homeless people and the rest of you. Plus, our homeless friends made a few bucks. And even more important – they were given self-worth. Unless you were on the streets you have no idea how low ones self-esteem gets. The number one thing you can give another person is your attention and the Homeless Hotspot vendors at SXSW got lots of that. Every one I met was smiling ear to ear."

If you feel like reading one more, this article does a nice job - Homeless Hotspots: Controversy at 4G Speeds

Note: you may have seen the We Are Visible link in the article above. For those that have seen firsthand the needs of the homeless, a site such as this is a needed resource for the homeless. A future blog post will discuss the opportunities email, social media, and other internet resources provide for the homeless. 

So what do you think? Is this a move for the betterment of the homeless or rather exploitation of an already misconceived, degraded part of society? Let us know.

The Greatest Need

You drive up to a street light and BAM. Face to face. You and a homeless person. Thoughts are swirling. “Oh man. First off, I’m glad I’m in the safety of my car. Second, I’m so glad I’m not homeless. And third, this is getting weird.” He stares at you. He continues to stare. You look at him and see a face weathered from years of exposure. That face, although rugged, conceals an underlying heart that you can only imagine is tattered and nearly destroyed. So you wonder…should I divert my attention (and eye contact) to my phone and tweet #thatawkwardmomentwhen a homeless person keeps staring at me as I feel increasingly guilty...or should I give him money?” Yeah, let’s tweet because this is way too awkward to sit here and wait for the light to turn green and just not give him money…

We’ve all been there. But how do you react? How do you help? What do you do?

For a little over a year, I have been immersed in the homeless population on Lancaster Avenue and while learning so much, I can say there have always been struggles in knowing what to do in certain circumstances. As a member of Love For Lancaster, the organization’s purpose has always been clearly defined to me. Be a friend to those on Lancaster and love them by spending time with them, sharing the Gospel, and helping them the best way I know how. That said, our organization has chosen to be separated from directly providing assistance for physical needs such as food, clothes, and housing in most circumstances. But just because our mission is clear, it doesn’t mean there aren’t still pressures to provide those things along with repeated requests for money. This is where I want to dig deeper and reference a sermon I heard last Sunday at The Rooted Church. Below is a 6 minute slice based in 1 Timothy 5: 1-16. It speaks much about widows and for relevance and context, you can replace widow with homeless for my commentary below.

“Paul is saying there are widows (homeless) you need to support as a church, and there are widows (homeless) you don’t need to support. You have to qualify. If you run after sin and have no character, you are dead (spiritually). If that’s what your life is about, you don’t get support from the church. The church doesn’t fund sin…the church must discriminate.”

At face value, this seems to be a strange paradox. I love God. I love people. Why on God’s beautiful green earth would I pull my outstretched hand away from someone who is in need? Am I a hypocritical Christian, only loving those I choose to love and those that "deserve" my love?

Jesus says in Matthew 10:16, “Behold, I am sending you out as sheep in the midst of wolves, so be wise as serpents and innocent as doves.”

The church doesn’t fund sin. God’s people don’t fund sin. We are called to be wise, to use discrimination, to use discernment in the way we love and serve others.

“The bible says if a man doesn’t work he doesn’t eat. So if a man shows up and he is lazy and he doesn’t want to have a job and he doesn’t want to work for his food and provide for his family, you don’t feed that man. You let his sin rest on him and you let him feel the weight of it and you exhort him and encourage him in the gospel to take up his responsibility and follow Jesus and provide for his family. You don’t just give him money. You don’t just give him food...if the church just hands out money (services) to everybody, the church just becomes a social agency.”

God isn’t saying that giving food or money is wrong but if it’s not towards proclaiming the Gospel it’s pointless.

“We work on peoples’ souls. We talk about eternal life. We proclaim the Gospel. We help people love Jesus. Besides Jesus himself said, what does it profit a man if he gains the whole world but he dies and loses his soul. So feed him, cloth him, give him job skills, give him a house, an apartment…great. If he dies and goes to hell, you’ve given him nothing of any value.”

Alright I get it. Eternity is at stake. The hunger of every human’s soul is the greatest need we could ever satisfy. We satisfy this with the Gospel, loving that person first just as Christ loved us and sharing the truth, hope, and restoration it holds.

"Here’s the deal, if you come across somebody that’s needy, if you come across someone on the street that’s asking for money, what do you do? What do you do? Well, here’s what I would encourage you towards because of what the bible says. I would say don’t give money to people in need unless you know something about their life (is there genuine need? what is their character? where is there family?). Or you are able to give to some sort of organization that has the tools to assess where they are in their life. Don’t indiscriminately hand out money (or other resources). That’s often not helpful and in fact, it can be harmful and enabling."

Love for Lancaster, an organization aiming to hold true to the values of the church finds itself consistently in situations where there is need but confused as to if we are to fulfill that need. That sermon helped me understand deeper what it means to serve others and better prioritize a person’s need and discern whether that person should be given aid. Society will tend to rebuke this logic and say we are forgetting about their real needs and are placing judgment on them. Judgment and discernment are different.

1 Corinthians 2:14-16 -  14 The person without the Spirit does not accept the things that come from the Spirit of God but considers them foolishness, and cannot understand them because they are discerned only through the Spirit. 15 The person with the Spirit makes judgments about all things, but such a person is not subject to merely human judgments, 16 for, “Who has known the mind of the Lord so as to instruct him?” But we have the mind of Christ. (for much more depth to these verses go here)

Let’s make friends, let's share the Gospel and let’s pray that our friends get their greatest need fulfilled and become our brothers and sisters in Christ. Heaven, a place without need, awaits those who trust in and follow Him.

Take a listen to this song by Green River Ordinance. This is a significant part of L4L’s mission: to give Lancaster residents a “resting hour” and provide for one of their fundamental needs here on Earth.

 I see the sun and it's rising slowly
For every shadow there's a light
Open your eyes I will come running
Open up to me open up to me
I will always be your resting hour
Give it all to me give it all to me
Maybe I can be your resting hour
...when we are broken we're not forgotten

A "Chance" Meeting

LINK:A chance meeting to extend warm hand to a stranger before his death 

by Judy Knotts (Austin-American Statesman)

Friday evening I stopped for a light at the South Lamar Boulevard and U.S. 290, that mixing bowl of multilayered ramps that demands defensive driving skills and Zen-like calm, and rolled down my window to greet a man "flying a sign." "No money" I said, "Just visiting." He was surprisingly delighted with my friendliness and old-fashioned word, "visiting." I asked his name, "Freddie Arbuckle Jr." he answered with dignity and pride. I told him mine. Money didn't matter to Freddie, but other pressing matters did, he said "I am so lonely; I have no one to talk to." "Well you have me now," I said.

Freddie had done some day labor earlier and was heading home to his tent in the woods. Feeling unrushed, we talked; the traffic light must have been jammed or perhaps time was suspended just for us. I told him I was on my way to the Mobile Loaves & Fishes Commissary to go out on the food truck and asked if he was hungry, suggesting that perhaps we could swing by his spot. He said, "Thanks, I don't need any food."

Keeping my right hand on the steering wheel, I extended my left hand to Freddie. Unlike most handshakes, we didn't pull apart, but hung on to each other the entire time we talked, feeling very much at home, hand-in-hand.

As I looked down at my hand enclosed in his, I saw our diverse worlds collide and connect; the white skin of my ancestors contrasting with the darker tones of his heritage. His hand was nearly square, dirt-spattered, and hard with calluses from honest labor and homelessness. My slender hand with old lady liver spots and blue veins visible through the thin skin felt insubstantial in his grasp, yet we fit together perfectly it seemed to both of us.

After a while, the light turned green and I was on my way, but Freddie stayed in my thoughts. When I got home hours later, for no reason that I can fathom, I wrote down his name. That Sunday I did something unexpected, I read the death notices. It jumped out at me, "Freddie Arbuckle Jr., age 45 died, Friday night." I realized that I might have been the last person to talk to him.

Shocked, I tried to sort out what had happened to him and between us. I am conservative and a planner by nature. Bills are paid on time, oil changes and dental checks are on the calendar months ahead. I like being in control; however, sometimes I surprise myself by being impulsive. It's almost as if something takes over my senses temporarily and I act. This is what I believe happened when I rolled down my window and said, "No money, just visiting."

For most of my life, I attributed this kind of experience to spontaneity on my part often resulting in a serendipitous event, like all of the planets being aligned to produce an unforgettable moment in which I was the beneficiary.

I no longer believe in serendipity; too many astonishing moments like connecting with Freddie hours before he died make me believe that there is a plan and a divine planner. For me, there is just no other explanation, otherwise, why did two strangers come together, hold hands and share deepest feeling for a few moments on the side of a busy highway?

I believe in free will, but I don't believe that Freddie or I willed this incredible, intimate exchange. It happened miraculous outside our doing.

Blessed by this encounter, I wonder if I can stop trying to control life and lean more frequently into the mystery that is full of grace? I wonder if I can truly say "Yes" to what I call the Holy Spirit and not know where it will take me?

Freddie spoke bravely of the fundamental fear we all have of being alone and unloved. But by his vulnerability and outreach to another person, I believe Freddie died full of love, from God, the Divine Planner who is love itself, through me, to him, and back again in a circle you could almost touch.

Freddie died of a heroin overdose that night.

Judy Knotts is the former head of St. Gabriel's Catholic School in Austin and a friend of the homeless community.

HUMBLED

So last time that I went down to Lancaster I was talking to a man on the bus bench and had a nice conversation about his take on life, jesus, and how his day was going and before he left I prayed with him. What touched my heart after that was the man sitting next to the man that I was talking to. He held out a 5 dollar bill. He said "Here this is for you, go buy yourself a soda or something" he said with a smile. He expected nothing in return, and he was insistent on giving it to me. It was as if as I was being welcomed. He was hospitable.
Wow, a complete stranger that is homeless offered me money. And I didn't even talk to him. He was just listening to the conversation next to him. Honestly at first I didn't know what to say, I had to think what was better to do, accept it or decline it thankfully. I declined it but I made sure that his gesture was appreciated. I was shocked by this random act of kindness. One word: HUMBLED.

Birthday Bash

Two Wednesdays ago a very good friend of many that go down to Lancaster had a birthday to celebrate. This birthday was for Calandra, a mother of two and a loyal and loving friend to many. It was truly our privalege to honor a life so glorifying to God as hers. A month or so prior to this celebration she came to a few of us and mentioned a request that she had. She approached us in a serious manner and said, "I want to celebrate my birthday by having a party in Unity Park. I've never really celebrated my birthday before." We told her there would be a party without question. So as the days approached we brainstormed ideas of how we could make this a special day for such a special woman. We divided up tasks for ballons, a giant birthday card, a personalized cake, and an iPod loaded with music she would enjoy. The evening of the 16th came and a gathering showed up to attend. This was during the normal Freedom In Worship meeting time but post service we got to throw a bash right in the same area we congregated in week after week. She saw we had brought balloons and her reaction showed she was pleased with just that.

She was also in shock that somebody in the food line knew it was her birthday. I asked her how her day was and she said it was great. "Someone gave me two dollars and I also got a bracelet!" She was ecstatic at the simplest of gifts but I was filled with joy knowing how God was going to soon bless her even more.

We all gathered around the table she was sitting at and began singing happy birthday. We then presented her the giant card that many of us got to sign with our personal message about how special Calandra was to us. She soon had tears forming in her eyes and was filled with joy. That was followed by her removing the wrapping paper off the iPod and was in awe by the gift she had just received. 

We love you Calandra.

 

One of Calandra's favorite songs:

Brief Thoughts

So last Friday I went down to Lancaster and talked to several people, each of them making me laugh and putting a smile on my face. Then when it was time to leave a man whom I have never met before came up to us and said " Thank you so much for coming down here, please keep doing what you are doing; keep on talking to us, it has made a such a difference". He was smiling when he said this and I was sad that I had to leave, but it only made me look foward for next time I go to Lancaster. Just a short tid bit that I wanted to share.

Reflections

I went to Lancaster Ave. on Wednesday, November 2nd. I had a wonderful time and met so many wonderful people there. I went in a bit skeptical, but came out not wanting to leave. A little boy gave my friend a snickers bar, and a man gave my boyfriend some face wash! (They somehow got on the subject of acne, and the guy was like, "Here, try this!") We didn't bring in any money or anything, but we came out with stuff that they had given to us! It was so unlike what I expected. Who would've thought that they would be giving things to us?! I was also very impressed when I saw homeless people that appeared to have nothing but the clothes on their back, and they were tithing to the church by putting coins in the pastor's hat. They disproved the stereotype that homeless people are a bunch of drug addicts that just want to take your money. The wonderful people I met are very giving, and they love the Lord with all they have. Although their lives are tough, they still thank God every day for letting them breathe. I have had so many wonderful opportunities, and I often forget to thank God, while they thank God every day for the very little that they have. This reminded me to pray and appreciate all that I have been given. I had a great time. They were so easy to talk to, and I can't wait to go back.

-Natalie Caples